Hello, I wanted to share my story with you peope to give you a little push and something to think for

My story begins at my dream: to be an actor. I'm pretty sure that all of the people in here have a dream though are afraid to make the dream come true. i was a part of a drama class in my school and wasn't very popular. An actor, not popular... It doesn't work together. I got bullied and picked at a lot, I knew I will make it and will be an actor and will live the dream though people still try to tell me I won't. Now, three years later I am a succesful actor in my country. I share this story for those who are afraid to go and live their dreams, those who are afraid to fail... Go for it, live your dream, do what you really want to do. I hope a lot of you listen to my advice and will do what they dream to do.

I'm Erielle, I'm 19 years old, and I used to get verbally bullied everyday in middle school from 6th to 9th grade. I hated how i looked. I felt so ugly. I have a big forehead, I had crooked teeth, and i had bad acne. Kids were so cruel back then. I always wanted to be pretty like the other girls in the class or other classes. I always imagined life if i didn't have those flaws. I also got teased by family members. Getting teased sucks because you feel like a big dark cloud of negativity surrounds you. Wheres the sunlight? I was suicidal for the longest. Now that I'm grown and i relocated, i try not to think about it, but truth be told i think about it everyday. Its traumatizing! So for anyone that's getting physically bullied, verbally bullied, or just feel down and out, remember that there is a solution to every problem. You're not ugly, you're different <3 

April 16, 2014

Hi I'm Melissa White and this is my story

Bullying has been something i went though when i was just in first grade, this has been a huge problem, where ever i went the bully followed me. I've switched schools and i was happy about it then 2 or 3 months later they were at my school again and again. So i kept it to myself about the random bruises on me this happened throughout 3rd - 5th grade, after awhile of taking hits i ended up making it though the year.....then when i had a happy image in my head about middle school, well it ended up that the first day of school i came home crying. After a year into 6th grade i ended up giving into the bullying and started to cut myself, then i stopped and started again this kept going until the end of school basally, now i'm in 7th grade that's where i happen to have most problems now. Most of my friends turned against me and the bullying got worst, people i hang out with is getting bullied and i'm getting blamed for them changing and everything...My friends listen to screamo music like me and they wear black now, that's why i'm getting blamed. So every time i'm getting hit with stuff i happen to break down crying in school. I'm 14 years old and i'm still till this day cutting, being anorexia and i have bipolar disorder, A.D.D., A.D.H.D., O.C.D. and ect. I have may problems that i might not ever out grow.

My advice to you: When your getting picked on by people you don't like and they know you don't like them tell someone before it's to late to turn back, don't cut it's bad and hurts others around you and your hurting yourself.   ~Melissa White

My name is Ami and I am 16 years old. Ever since I can remember I've been bullied. I was born with a lazy eye and I have a condition called Aspergers along with Dyspraxia which makes every day life very difficuilt. It also makes me a very good target for bullies. Dyspraxia is a hidden disobility that affects cooridination skills. This made school a living hell for me and I very much hated PE. I would always get picked last for games in primary school. This later resulted in me not wanting me to do it in secondry and i'd get into trouble by not doing it. Aspergers is on the Autism spectrum. It's a syndrome that affects your social skills. Ever since I was little I'd always prefer to be on my own rather then join in with games and activities that other kids were playing or sit on my own in class. It's only now I  have recieved a proper diagnostic- Aspergers. It had gotten out of hand. I'd not even want to get out of bed because I knew I had to go to school and get bullied and tortured as usual.. I'd rather die then live another day. It's quite simple. Kids would make my life hell. Now being 16, I havn't went back to school since Febuary which my parents don't know about (yet). God help me when they find out but I couldn't face it. Another day of being alone. I've never really had any friends either. Another thing I miss. Friends. 

 

I'm currently in the process of leaving college. Not only because of the bullies but because of my aspergers it's a very bad environment to be in. It makes life hard. I was just at a point in my life where I was actually wanting to take my own life. It's unbarable. Kids are so mean these days. Why can't they just be nice. After I do finally leave I hope i'll be free at last. Free to be me. I am hoping i'm getting confident as the days go on. I think i am anyway. After all I have learn't after all this that you are YOU and no one else. You are stuck with you for the rest of your life, so you better off try to love you at least cos your gonna be stuck in the same body for the rest of your life. Want some advice? Take every day as it comes, Count your blessings. It's YOUR life there is only one you. Make changes that YOU need. BE YOU. It will get better eventually.

 

Promise.

my name is pete im turning 18 in a few weeks. whenever i look back on how i grew up i dont see all the bullies but the lessons they taught me...when i was younger i was verbally taunted for my hair color my name my size the girls i liked and anything the could find...then it turned into a physical thing i was beat up daily...i never said anything because i didnt want to look weak...one day in 8th grade i made the decision to stand up for myself but i did it in the wrong way i started to fight...now im gettin ready to graduate high school and nobody messes with me because i learned to stand up in the appropriate way..i still step in when someone starts bullying my friends and i have no problem getting the cops involved because i would rather get it handled than one of my friends taking there life...so to all my old bullies thank yall cause yall made me who i am today..a better person

I am currently being bullied at school. I am in the 7th grade. People constantly talk about me behind my back and they give me ugly looks. They aren't ashamed to point at me and laugh at me. There's this one boy who always passes by me and calls me names such as slut, hoe, or a bitch, him and his other friends tell people not to talk to me. The thing is, I haven't done anything wrong to anyone at school. It hurts. I hope it gets better.

I’m Hayley Marchman, and I was bullied my entire life for being "the fat kid". I didn’t start ridding the bus until 9th grade because I was afraid to be Left alone with all of "my bullies" and only one adult. I was always the country girl that did the same things all the boys did but I never had just country friends. I was friends with everyone except my bullies. I always walked out of the room in the middle of school because of people whispering rude comments to me and I was always the one being suspended or put in detention for standing my ground because the teachers would just tell the other kids "go stand outside the door" or "don't make me send you to the principal" they never actually did anything. So I would stand up for myself and I was punished for it. Kids would call me the Jolly Green Giant, Wale, and a lot of vulgar names. I was bullied so much and had so many people turn their heads away from me that I became violent, I would fight people, I would throw things, I would be just as vulgar to them as they were to me. I dropped out of high school 2 weeks into my 11th grade year because I would sit in the bathroom crying, cutting, popping (popping a rubber band on my wrist), and all I could do was call my mom. I would sit in the bathroom for an entire class sometimes even 2 classes and cry to my mom and she had to work, she couldn’t just leave. I was dating a guy and people would ask me "how much are you paying him to be in a relationship with your fat a**". After that my mom and I decided that I would drop out and I would get my GED. Life went on and the guy couldn't handle the humiliation of me and dumped me. I get made fun of, laughed at, people stare all because I am who I am and can't change that. Currently am 21 and still picked on. I have 2 people that have threatened my life and still do to this day, and yes I have called the cops several times on both people and tried to get a restraining order against the other, but because they are verbal and face to face or over the phone I only have mine and my fiancés word against them. I have moved to another town to run from these people but they found what town I'm in. It hurts that I am afraid to visit my family because these people are "watching me" or "have people ready to kill me and my fiancé" and I have no way out unless I leave the state and my family. I wish someone would listen to me so these things never happen to anyone else but because we are not their own children, we don’t matter.

I’m Hayley Marchman, and I was bullied my entire life for being "the fat kid". I didn’t start ridding the bus until 9th grade because I was afraid to be Left alone with all of "my bullies" and only one adult. I was always the country girl that did the same things all the boys did but I never had just country friends. I was friends with everyone except my bullies. I always walked out of the room in the middle of school because of people whispering rude comments to me and I was always the one being suspended or put in detention for standing my ground because the teachers would just tell the other kids "go stand outside the door" or "don't make me send you to the principal" they never actually did anything. So I would stand up for myself and I was punished for it. Kids would call me the Jolly Green Giant, Wale, and a lot of vulgar names. I was bullied so much and had so many people turn their heads away from me that I became violent, I would fight people, I would throw things, I would be just as vulgar to them as they were to me. I dropped out of high school 2 weeks into my 11th grade year because I would sit in the bathroom crying, cutting, popping (popping a rubber band on my wrist), and all I could do was call my mom. I would sit in the bathroom for an entire class sometimes even 2 classes and cry to my mom and she had to work, she couldn’t just leave. I was dating a guy and people would ask me "how much are you paying him to be in a relationship with your fat a**". After that my mom and I decided that I would drop out and I would get my GED. Life went on and the guy couldn't handle the humiliation of me and dumped me. I get made fun of, laughed at, people stare all because I am who I am and can't change that. Currently am 21 and still picked on. I have 2 people that have threatened my life and still do to this day, and yes I have called the cops several times on both people and tried to get a restraining order against the other, but because they are verbal and face to face or over the phone I only have mine and my fiancés word against them. I have moved to another town to run from these people but they found what town I'm in. It hurts that I am afraid to visit my family because these people are "watching me" or "have people ready to kill me and my fiancé" and I have no way out unless I leave the state and my family. I wish someone would listen to me so these things never happen to anyone else but because we are not their own children, we don’t matter.

Hey my name is Alexis, and I am 13 years old. When I was in about 3rd grade, there was this girl that always picked on me. She left bruises on my legs, and I would cry everyday. I didn't really start off with the best life, I didn't have my father in the picture, But I was very grateful for my mom always being there for me. When I would come home crying every day, because I had bruises, my mom was there. She did everything in her power to make it stop. She did eventually stop, but from then on she would find other ways to make my life a living hell. In about 6th grade I chopped my hair off, cause I saw it in a fashion magazine. It wasn't like a bob or anything, it was a really short hair cut. When I want to school with it everyone told me that I looked like a boy, or a lesbian. I had substitute teachers mistaking me for males. I sucked. People started to call me ugly, fat, butch, and slut. I never told anyone. The next year, It got worse. It got to the point, that I didn't even want to wake up for my sleep. I just wanted to sleep forever, and never wake up. I had no friends. They all turned on me. This year I do homeschooling, so I can avoid it, because next year I go to a new school. I cut myself, I hate myself, and I feel like I am in a deep hole with no way of getting out.I carve into my skin every day. I wrote "I hate Me" Into my left arm.